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I dish chicken fingers, beef fried rice, vegetable lo mein, and crab rangoon onto my plate.
“Keep going,” Ryder tells me. “What about the boneless spare ribs? Or the vegetable spring rolls?”
“I don’t need to eat that much,” I say.
“You’re always catering to other people’s wants and needs. The whole weekend you were at my house, I don’t remember seeing you eat anything. You squeeze your own meals in when you can.”
I shrug. “It is what it is.”
“I get that, but tonight is not one of those times. You’re out with friends and people who care about you. You don’t have any responsibilities to take care of. No food to prepare. Now you can take your time and enjoy the meal that’s been prepared for you. Right?”
I nod. “Right.” He smiles at me, and it sucks the breath from my lungs. And since breathing is a necessary bodily function, I go into self preservation mode and focus on adding more food to my plate.
“Good girl,” he husks, resulting in another stolen breath. It appears he’s not only dangerous to my libido.Can you die from an attraction that’s too powerful?How many missed breaths is the limit?
If my demise is inevitable, I’d rather it be from Ryder’s suggested method of too many orgasms. Since he mentioned that to me, I haven’t been able to forget or to stop imagining what that would entail. Finally, a death I’d welcome.
All conversations around the table end as we dig into the delicious food. I take my time, savoring every single bite. I pay attention to the various hints of flavor and how they’re used, and I think about what dishes I could make. It’s similar to a painter admiring another artist’s work and gaining inspiration from what they see.
I feel Ryder’s heavy gaze on me and turn my head. He winks at me before popping an entire spring roll into his mouth. He seems pleased to see me eating so much.Maybe he has some food kink and watching me eat is turning him on. He could be hard right now.
My absurd thoughts make me snicker. Or maybe it’s all the alcohol I’ve consumed that’s starting to make everything amusing.
“What’s so funny?” Ryder asks.
“Just something I thought.” My gaze lowers to his lap to check for a hard-on, but his napkin is covering him.
“See something you like?” he asks, propelling my eyes to his face.
“We should change the subject,” I suggest.
“On the contrary. I think this one will be fascinating.”
“It’s really not. And now that I’m thinking about it, it’s not even funny.”
“I insist,” he presses, smirking.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I take another sip from the bowl becausewhy not?“You seemed happy I was eating so much and I wondered if you had a food kink.”
“A food kink?” he repeats.
“Yep. I thought maybe you get aroused when women eat.”
He makes a choking sound. “That’s why you were checking out my dick?”
With my lips wrapped around the straw, I nod. Mmm, the more of this drink I consume, the better it tastes. When I sit back in my chair, I feel nice and relaxed.
He nudges my shoulder with his until I turn my head toward him. “Just so you know, food is not my kink.”
“What is?” I blurt out, instantly regretting it. I don’t think I want to know.
He leans closer, whispering one word. “You.”
CHAPTER15
RYDER
The warm nightair is muggy as we stand in The Golden Chopstick’s parking lot watching Darius and Evie drive away in his truck.
